¹⁵ My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

²⁸ After this, Jesus knowing that all things were now accomplished, that the scripture might be fulfilled, saith, I thirst.

¹² Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he hath poured out his soul unto death: and he was numbered with the transgressors; and he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.

²¹ They gave me also gall for my meat; and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

³ For I delivered unto you first of all that which I also received, how that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures;

²⁹ Thou hidest thy face, they are troubled: thou takest away their breath, they die, and return to their dust.

³ I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.

¹⁰ My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.

³ When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

⁴ For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

²² A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.